A cool breeze looks upon you in the dark, haunting void. The night is born only to die in the light of day.
Some added stuff: Perhaps sunrise is the claws of a monster reaching out to consume the night which we fear so much. Perhaps we fear the wrong piece of life. Perhaps the night fears the sun in the same way that we fear it. After all the sun does chase the night from place to place, day after day.
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Poetry by me
PuisiJust some poems that I wrote. I'm not the greatest at writing poetry but I'm pretty proud of most of these. Warning~there may be triggers in here, I'll put a TW at the beginning of the page if there is one.
